thirteen years and tasting freedom
roll out dark across the tongue
blow that smoke into forever
through the open bedroom window
through the branches of the tree
through this small town getting smaller
french inhale and taste the freedom
time is mine and
on we ride
towards horizon
and a happy ever after
not yet thought
but on its way
thirteen years and dreaming freedom
blowing smoke into the face of an owl

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